The Blackblood Shifter Sign-Ups and OutofCharacter

.:Greilzyn "Grey":.​

Gender: Male

Age: Unknown [Looks to be 30s]

Species: Unknown

Appearance: A most foreboding figure. Thick set muscles layer his slightly over 8 feet persona. His hair is a brown so dark it may as well be black and his eyes are of the deepest teal. He wears clothes that he has to have custom-tailored to his height, but not any kind of fancy.

Background: He doesn't remember most of his past. He does not remember an incident that would have made him forget. Choosing not to dwell on it, or try not to, he lives as a reclusive blacksmith.

Weapons/Abilities: A warhammer with a handle as long as his body is tall with the mallet end twice the size of a human's head. Even for his stature, he is seemingly stronger than one would assume possible.

Notes: Nothing for now, all the vague details will be revealed as the RP plays out.

 

Name: Erimis

Gender: Male

Age: 6

Species: White Wolf

Appearance:

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Background: Erimis was born into a pack of wolves led by the alpha, Rathe, who also happened to be his father. Unsatisfied with the power he possessed, Rathe abandoned his pack in an attempt to travel the world to become king of the wolves leaving the pack to have to fend for itself with only a substitute alpha, for no one could truly take Rathe's place except his son, Erimis, imbued with the power of wind, however, he was far too young at the time. As Erimis grew up, he noticed the pack breaking apart. Many were dying and others sought new packs to join. It came to a point where even his mother passed away. It was at this point that he realized that no one could take care of him except himself, especially in the horrid place that the world had become with the so-called "Dark King" ruling over it. So, he set out on his own, refusing to join another pack.

After traveling for a few months, scoping out places to sleep and sources of food and water in some desolate woods he chanced upon. It was here that he met a fugitive man wanted for killing someone he didn't kill. He could have been lying, but Erimis placed a paw on the hands of this man--they were the hands of someone who could do no harm to anyone else. It was at that point that the two became friends. They enjoyed their somewhat carefree, somewhat difficult life in the woods, but the man could not live in such a place. He tried to change up his appearance as best he could and moved on to some other settlement. Erimis deigned to stay, and so they parted ways. Now he lives alone wondering what kind of purpose he now had...

Weapons/Abilities: Attacks like a normal wolf with fangs and claws. He also possesses the power to manipulate wind to a decent degree, though nothing extravagant. There's also something about him...just licking a small wound can completely close it. Something fatal is something he can't handle. When that close to death, there's just nothing he can do.

Notes: While spending time with the fugitive, Erimis learned to speak the human language. Ever since he parted ways with said fugitive, he's been teaching himself to better enhance his communication skills, mainly by sneaking into villages and listening to conversations.

 

Name: Damien Belgrade

Gender: Male

Age: 23

Species: Human

Appearance: Damien is tall and thin, at 6'1" and 122 lbs. He has shaggy brown hair that would probably take several days to tame, for it sticks up in random directions. He wears a rather tattered padded leather shirt with leather leggings. He has rather fair skin mottled with scars and bruises, and his legs seem unnaturally muscular compared to the rest of his body, while also having the greatest concentration of the wounds. His eyes are a faded green.

Background: Damien grew up in a thieving ring after they found the young boy alone in the harsh wilderness that came with the apocalypse. One of the older members of the ring took Damien as his own, raising him up to higher standards than most of the other recruits. Eventually, Damien became old enough to really help out the group, and quickly rose in rank.

On one of their missions, they cam across a herd of strange animals while traveling. These animals were brown lizards the size of full-grown steers, with some older ones reaching far larger sizes. On their head were two horns that followed their head back, and spikes grew from the top of their tales from the base to the tip. One of the creatures, a baby by what could be seen, for it was hardly the size of a normal cat, was in the path that the raiding party was taking to their destination, and it seemed that the others thought nothing of killing the young creature.

Stopping them, Damien grabbed the beast off the ground, wondering just what it was. It seemed almost immediately bonded to him, which meant it must have been even younger than it looked. After several more years, the beast grew fast, until it was large enough to ride atop of it.

Weapons/Abilities: He wields a rather simple spear to more easily battle while on... lizardback?

Notes: Damien is bonded with the Lizard mentioned in the backstory, named Savage(for reasons that should be obvious.)

 

Name: Eleanor "Ellen" Fae Albila
Gender: Female
Age: 236
Species: High Forest Elf

Appearance:

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As an elf of the forest, Ellen is beautiful. Though somewhat plain when compared to her brothers and sisters, Ellen appears to be the age of a youthful, twenty year old human. She has a slightly grayer shade of silver white hair than that of her mother's pure silver white and it doesn't shimmer quite like her mother's either. It cascades down her back like water and is silky to the touch. Her eyes are a perfect shade of forest green, the only feature upon her that outshines even that of her family. Within them can be seen the earth in its most natural state, full of greenery and life. Clean air, clear waters, and the endless cycle of life and death. Her skin is a soft white, like that of a white camellia, and her breasts are a size C-cup. Her ears grow outward about an inch from her head, a trait most, if not all, forest elves share.

Adorning the sides of her head are leaves similar to ones that come from maple trees. With two on each side, it resembles the headgear of a Valkyrie, without the band. She wears a pair of heavy-duty boots in a brown color, as well as a pair of fingerless green gloves. Around her shoulders is an emerald cloak with a hood, held there by a clasp in the shape of a tree. She wears green and brown clothing and is not half naked, like Wood Nymphs are. A silver colored bracer can be found around her left wrist and the clasp from her father is hidden behind one of the leaves on her head.

Background: Born from the highest seats of the High Forest Elves hierarchy, Eleanor is the third child of Lord Alberich Vanir Alfheim and Lady Morelia Skuld Duscha, She was one of eight and considered mediocre in terms of abilities. Though she is not the most powerful nor the weakest, Eleanor, or Ellen as she soon came to call herself, was nothing special. She lived her entire life in the forests of Hvojunir and only after meeting with a being besides a Forest Elf, did Ellen dare to venture out of her home. Surprisingly enough, her parents encouraged her strange behavior, the two admitting to having dreamed of leaving the forest as well. However, as the rulers of the forest elves, such a wish was impossible unless they abandoned their entire species. They did not let her leave empty-handed, of course.

From her father, Ellen received a special clasp which, when worn, would hide her true appearance from beings who did not know her true name. To them, she would appear to be a simple looking human with blonde hair and blue eyes. From her mother, she received a magic mirror, which allowed her to contact her family whenever Ellen was near a water source. From her brothers, she received a beautiful bow made of ivy and wood and elven magic. Along with it, they gave her a bag of seeds as well. From her sisters, she received a silver colored bracer, an item which would protect her against the foul magicks of the world beyond their elven forest, and a emerald cloak to keep out the chill forest elves were vulnerable to.

Ignorant of the ways of those of different species, Ellen tries her best to understand what she can of the world beyond her home. She still lacks the knowledge that is common sense but she travels to wherever she can and is slowly, but surely, learning.

Weapons/Abilities: Ellen is capable of controlling plants. However, this is only for plants she has grown on her own. She can force the plants to grow to its mature state but at a cost. She expends her energy and if she uses too much, she will collapse unless she regains it by draining the energy from surrounding wildlife or she regenerates it on her own. Her primary weapons are bows and arrows, the arrows taking on the form of seeds. When needing to shoot something, Ellen can reach into her pouch for a seed and send her energy into it to grow into an arrow. This means, when the arrow pierces her target, she can force it to grow into her target's body.

Notes: Ellen appears as the same person except with a more human appearance due to the gift clasp from her father. She has rounded ears, blonde hair and blue eyes.

 

Name: August Link

Gender: Male

Age: 16

Species: Human

Appearance: August is an average height, at 5" 11'. His build is reasonably slim, but not overly skinny. His hair goes down to the bottom of his chest, but the back is short and spiked outwards. He was a swooping fringe which is dyed pink, and the rest is naturally black. His clothes comprise of a long black trench coat, with a big-collared white shirt, which is tucked into his near black skinny jeans. He wears knee-high black boots, which his jeans are tucked into.

Background: The past of August has been rather troubled. Since his childhood, his father would beat him and his mother when he was under the influence of alcohol - which was the majority of the time. At the age of 11, he and his mother ran away from home when his father was out at the local inn drinking. He took his father's bow and arrows, and his knives and they began to scavenge in the forest. However, his father eventually found them, and killed his mother, forcing him to flee the lands in which he had always lived in. Up until now he was a rogue, who performed various tasks for bandits, such as assassination for money.

Weapons/Abilities: Bow & Arrow; can be set on fire from his breath.
Two knives; can also be set on fire from his breath.

Notes: N/A​

 

Name: Durlace Wrong

Gender: none

Age: undeterminable, presumably quite old

Species: Gargoyle

Appearance:

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Background: Obviously, Durlace doesn´t have a very significant history, seeing as he is a statue all day. During the nights, he used to glide over rooftops, looking for thieves. Other gargoyles, malicious by nature, taunted him for his sense of justice, so he wandered from city to city, hiding in empty houses as a statue by day and fleeing from other gargoyles by night. He hopes that he could be accepted if the Dark king is banished and humans won´t fear him anymore.

Weapons/Abilities: Even when he´s “alive” during the night, his stone skin protects him from physical damage. He is still easily injured by magic however. He also carries a stone claymore and can fly.

Notes: As already said, he´s just a statue during the day.